Hell Is Her
Hell isn't magma pits and fire.
It's hazel eyes and a crooked smile.
With a laugh that could drown out every scream.
Hell is "I love you" spoken from those beautiful lips,
Knowing every syllable is a lie.
Hell is wanting her touch,
Her taste,
Her smell.
Hell is believing every word
"I missed you"
"I love you"
"I'll never let you go"
Hell is.. Her.
Copyright © Marchel Tyler | Year Posted 2015
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